The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

is Bella Thompson

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

couple tensed up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling

took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring her. "Rachel, you

been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached

must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had they connected? How had

been waiting for

frail, "Ms. Thompson, if I never reached out to

but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a long silence on

extended considerable patience to the caller. She

often admired

et

ine

herself and endure hardships to achieve her goals. She never let

for Bella. With others, he lacked the

Thompson, I called to tell

ready to

choked up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth, each filled with profound sorrow

his heart raced,